FREE SS 13
Fractured and minimal, this release is
the passing of time interrogating your patience.
Little sounds with no specific origin
dissolves your aesthetics into a void.
I am still a listener but what I am listening to?
Nevertheless it brings pleasure to my ears and ideas to my brain.
What do you want to find out about this music?
Do you want to feel attracted to it?
Do you feel that it tells you something?
Improvisation, concrete music, reductionism...
Nothing of these yet something different, hard, precise, uncompromising,
crystal clear in its generic essence.
We can learn a lot from Olaf Hochherz about maximizing the potential
of concision and geiz.
Free Software Series
Reviewer:
Mattin
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May 1, 2010
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REVIEWS:
VITAL WEEKLY
number 727
week 16
OLAF HOCHHERZ - HE, VOUS, LA-BAS (CDR by Free Software Series)
"Some think Ideology Interpellates Individuals as Subjects (at least in France)" it says on the back cover. Then some more questions follow: "in which way does music interpellates you? do you care? do you want to know what you are listening to? does this CD talk with your other cds about you? do you like to listen to music which wants something from you? does your music tell whose music it is? what's the value of something which does not help you? do you talk to your hifi?" I never thought of some of these questions, nor will I. Hochherz uses Functional Audio Stream, nova-filters, ladspa, ardour and ubuntu studio - which means as less as these questions. Lots of silence, short sounds (maybe a handful in the first twenty minutes, then more in the remaining thirty minutes) of an unidenfitied nature. Towards the end there are bits that last maybe a minute of sound. The conceptual nature of this release somehow eludes me, just as much as the questions eludes. I could decide to
contemplate about this for a while, or simply play some music I like. What did I do? That question is for you. (FdW)
Just Outside by Brian Olewnick
In a series of Mattin-esque questions on the back of the sleeve, one is asked, "Does this cd talk with your other cds about you?" Maybe so, but it doesn't strike me as this cd would be too talkative, perhaps expostulating in brief spasms of invective or ennui. Well, that's too harsh, but we are presented with some 51 minutes of sporadic electronics which, for all the space between sounds, has a very claustrophobic feel, very interior to the machines generating the sputters and creaks, with little evidence of the room in which it's being created (perhaps because there was no room). One hopes if it engages in conversation with Hoahio on its left or Johnny Hodges on its right, one of them suggests taking a walk outside.